Yesterday I decided to not take any of my meds just to basically see what would happen. I ended up starting to write a short story from the bar down the street and putting away a bottle of wine. It was romantic, obviously. The headache I had this morning from withdrawing from the meds was not so fun, however… So I had to go ahead and take them like normal today.
After I got liquored up at the bar I came home and started crying uncontrollably about demons or something and called Bruce to come be my savior, and of course he obliged. We went to his friends house and drank beers and I met the cutest little pup ever. I wish Jebadiah was tiny so I could carry him around like a Paris Hilton wanna-be.
So uh yeah… doot doot!